bullies are cowards
they puff their chests
like broken pigeons on a wire,
all noise and feathers,
no flight.
they travel in packs
because alone
they’d fold like wet paper
in the rain.
you see them in schoolyards,
on job sites,
behind keyboards,
in bars at 2 a.m.
nursing cheap beer
and expensive rage.
they don’t want a fight —
they want a victim.
they want someone who will lower their eyes
and say nothing
and carry the bruise home like a secret.
but if you bow to them
you become what they are:
another small god
standing on smaller backs.
stand up
even if your knees shake.
especially if your knees shake.
bullies are the fingerprints of bad parents,
the echo of a slap,
the inheritance of cruelty.
they learned early
that fear buys obedience
and lies buy power.
they build their kingdoms
out of rumors and fists,
out of broken confidence
and stolen lunch money.
narcissists with a taste for blood,
pathological liars
who believe their own stories
because truth never let them win.
no, they aren’t strong.
they are starving for attention,
desperate for control,
terrified of being seen for what they are.
and when you finally stand your ground,
look them in the eye,
say no —
you’ll watch them shrink.
because every bully
is just a coward
waiting to be exposed.
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